Years ago, I had one of the top Samoyeds competing in canine agility in the nation. She was lightly boned for the breed, and a little long â€“ both attributes that added to her ability to turn quickly and move fast. AKC agility divides dogs not only by experience, but by size. Due to her height, the majority of the dogs against whom she competed were Border Collies. The sport of agility seems to have been created for them â€“ they love nothing more than tearing around a course with blazing speed and lightening turns. Butâ€¦is that really better?
News Flash! Just in! Government shutdown leads to shuttering of the federal Department of Education, and as a result school test scores are rising for once. Additionally, with employees at the Department of Energy being furloughed, it seems the United States is about to become the number one energy producer in the world. Sayâ€¦, if the people at the EPA who are in charge of the administrations war on coal have been furloughed, maybe we can finally get some power plants built. Oh wait, I was just day dreaming.
Pat was blue and feeling awkward at the harsh age of thirteen. Grace was her only friend, and understood, since she was the same way. One day, they were on their way home, when they walked by the local hangout for the rich kids. They both confessed they wanted to be there and be a part of it all. It looked like so much fun and excitement, with all kinds of friends. Pat had an idea. She thought on it for a few days, and then one day, she said to Grace, â€śLetâ€™s go in there. Come on with me. I have some moneyâ€ť. She bought them each a cherry lime coke, and put a quarter in the jukebox.
Beth knew she had a good solid country family. She married Josh fifteen years ago this summer. She was just out of high school when they married. Josh started helping on the farm more and more as he got bigger, and going to school less and less. It wasnâ€™t that he went to school all the time and then quit, it was more like it just kind of played out. Beth always wanted to attend the business college, and Josh was in favor of it too. She went the first semester, made good grades, and loved it, until it just didnâ€™t work anymore.
Since John Kerry has been on a "tour of duty" pushing the administration's policy concerning Syria for almost two weeks now, do you suppose he's going to put in for another Purple Heart? Before you discard the idea out of hand, donâ€™t forget, he verbally shot himself in the foot the other day. Then again, as I recall, the Purple Heart isn't supposed to be awarded for self inflicted wounds. Or for that matter fictional ones either. Not that either of those conditions would necessarily stop John Kerry from applying for a Purple Heart.
I remember back long ago in times of such a different world. Houses, friends, toys and lives were so much more simple than today. Your mother would take you with her to a near neighbor's house to play while she visited with his mother. Did you hear that? That's a flashback to so long ago before so many conveniences that somehow have mysteriously conspired to take more time than we have. Oh, for a second I forgot. That was before constantly blaring televisions and cell phones kept close by so we can hear them ring over all the other hype.
Aficionados of the James Bond series are familiar with the device known as a license plate flipper. It is my understanding that this is a device which, in a matter of seconds, changes the plate on a vehicle to a different one. It apparently debuted in James Bond movies, and has become a significant enough concern that the Texas Legislature passed no more than three new offenses concerning it! In the midst of everything else that they needed to do, they created an offense for the possession of a flipper, sale of a flipper, and â€śuse, purchase, manufacture or saleâ€ť of one.
Before I go on to another subject, as a person who listens to the radio a lot, I just want to say that if there is still someone out there who canâ€™t figure out how to use an automobile child safety seat, I would have to say continual playing of public service messages on the subject isnâ€™t going to reach them. After the same old messages have been played several thousand times, they clearly arenâ€™t getting the message. Canâ€™t those radio stations do something, anything, else with that air time?
Those three words always tend to put a smile in my face and a pep in my step. Then all of a sudden, Iâ€™m clapping and dancing like the kids on the Charlie Brown Christmas special, because the theme song from The Jeffersons is blaring in my mental music player and I just canâ€™t help myself.
But after this summer, the phrase means a bit more to me. It was the theme for our churchâ€™s Vacation Bible School and let me tell you, it was a BLAST!
After the calendar has turned over so many years, you get to thinking about what time you have left. Youâ€™re more conscious of it and become increasingly aware of its passing and its value. You know, itâ€™s like a kid getting paid for a summer job. One hundred dollars -- wow! This will buy everything he ever wanted! But after he gets down to a few crumpled dollar bills and a few coins it dawns on him that itâ€™s not going to last forever.